A Kind of Magic

Cain usually did most of his work in the workshop he had built in his backyard.  Since he’d designed and constructed it himself, it was exactly how he wanted it, and typically he was able to find inspiration there when he needed to; it was his sanctuary.  Part of the appeal of his workshop was the solitude, Cain struggled in large crowds, or even small ones, as he had a tendency to get overwhelmed and then retreat, but sometimes, like today, he was struggling with the newest escape he was trying to plan and he needed a change of scenery, so he went down to the nearest coffee shop to see if he could find some inspiration there. 

It was busier than he was comfortable with, but he was here, so placed his order and looked around for a place to sit, but only saw one table with an opening and someone else was already sitting there. Cain debating just leaving, but he know Roman was expecting his ideas the next day, so he decided to ask.  Approaching the table, Cain pulled out his phone and quickly typed up his question. “Hi.  I’m sorry to bother you, but would you mind if I sat here? I won’t disrupt you, I just need a place to work.” 

She had quickly gone to the supermarket to buy some grocery and planned on making some tea for Cain, even if he refused to. Arriving back at their house, Kate slipped out of her shoes before heading to the kitchen to put everything away and then headed straight to their bedroom. “I think the flu is getting to your head, love“, she chuckled as she stepped inside and took a seat at the edge of their bed, reaching over to press the back of her hand on his forehead. “Besides if I hit you too hard, you might not wake up at all and we don’t want that. Now, are you finally giving in to go to the doctor? Or shall we really consider that brick idea of yours?“

                there  was  a  lull ,   unusual  as  it  may  be  ,   in  her  in  and  out  clients  coming  through  the  office .   the  phone  has  remained  silent  on  her  desk ,   quiet  and  without  blinking  like  a  concentrated  child  in  a  staring  contest .    her  personal  phone ,  however ,   gives  a  small  bzz  bzzfrom  the  confines  of  her  coat  pocket   where  it  hangs  on  a  coat  tree  in  the  corner  .    half  a  thought  to  ignore  it   loses   to  the  curiosity  to  know  who  it  is  ,  and  she  stands  from  her  spot  .    

                the  text  leaves  no  hesitance  in  her  slipping  the  coat  on ,  phone  in  pocket  ,   and  she  struts  out  the  door  to  her  car .  she  is  close  enough  to  the  pharmacy  that  it  takes  no  time  to  arrive .   the  jet  black  bmw  pulls  up  along  side  the  man ,   and  the  window  rolls  down .   “  hey ,  cain .   what  happened ?  “   she  chuckles  softly .

Cain had sat out in the bed of his truck for much longer than he was willing to admit before reaching out to get help.  He hated having to ask for help, it was a weird, personal quick of his, but he always hated to appear like he was unable to handle himself.  He’d sat there attempting to figure out what options he had, but all he could come up with was breaking the window on his truck, but he’d only had it for a few weeks and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, and when it started to look like it was about to rain, he knew he was only going to feel worse if he got caught in the rain.  

Kate had been on him to see a doctor from the first day he’d started feeling under the weather and while he knew she was right, he was too stubborn to admit that he was sick.  If he hadn’t sliced his hand on his table saw after sneezing that morning, he probably wouldn’t have gone at all, but things happened and now he was home, lying in their bed, waiting for her to get home while dozing in and out with their dog next to him.  He wasn’t sure what time it was when he woke up, but he was too tired to pick up his phone and see what time it was, so he just stared at the ceiling until he heard her come in. 

“Babe? Any chance I can convince you to hit me over the head with a brick so hard that I don’t wake up until I don’t have the flu anymore? Just a thought.” 

Today was not a good day for Cain.  He’d been feeling unwell for a few days and had been trying to ignore it and focus on his work, as he had a project he was nearly finished with and he just wanted to get it done, but in his slightly deteriorated condition, he’d accidently cut himself and had to get stitches.  While he was getting fixed up, the doctor had checked him out and found that he had the flu on top of anything else.  He’d been given some prescriptions and had gone to the pharmacy, feeling a bit sorry for himself, exhausted and ready to get home, when he realized that he’d locked his keys in his truck and was stuck in the parking lot with no way to get home and unable to call a locksmith to get his keys out, and his girlfriend wasn’t responding, meaning she was likely busy with work.